When I Need You (Need You #4)(10)

Today I had a meeting with Heather, the head of the cheerleading staff. I'd scheduled a longer lunch break so I could drive to the Vikings corporate offices and training center in Winter Park. While we were a few months away from the unveiling of the new U.S. Bank stadium, the excitement over the near completion of the billion-dollar facility was palpable everywhere.

With this expanded stadium, the cheerleaders were given a new set of expectations. To be honest, the pay to cheer for games is crap-none of us do it for the money and there's no such thing as a full-time cheerleader. The Vikings organization needed the cheerleaders to mingle in the skyboxes during the games, providing a more personal touch to those who could afford to shell out hundreds of thousands of dollars for the prized box seats. So in addition to the fifty cheerleaders on the field, they'd auditioned and hired fifty more women as "ambassadors" meaning they paraded around in uniforms similar to ours, chatting with fans and corporate sponsors while we sweated our asses off, dancing and cheering for all four quarters.



       
         
       
        

Heather hadn't decided whether these new ambassadors would have to learn all our dance routines and cheers, and she wanted feedback from the half dozen of us who'd been cheering the longest. Since the Vikings big bosses were also in the same offices, I'd had to change out of my usual athletic clothing into a business suit and heels. I rarely wore makeup to my day job, so I'd had to put on my game-day face and hairstyle.

My smart-ass students whistled at me as I tried to duck out of the gym undetected.

On the way to the offices I downed a protein shake and an apple. I never counted on a free lunch.

The meeting wasn't very productive. All six of the cheerleaders were opposed to bringing an additional fifty women into our practices. The corporate bosses wanted it to appear as if the ambassadors had just wandered off the field and were real cheerleaders. Even Heather had bristled at that. But she'd been prepared for it-she handed the CFO's assistant the revised costs for the ambassador program. Daisy and I exchanged a look, doubtful they were willing to fork out more money. But football coaches didn't work for free; why would they expect cheerleading coaches to work additional hours without additional pay?

The meeting ended shortly after that.

Daisy and I lingered in the main entrance. Unlike me, Daisy didn't have to change into business clothes for this meeting since she worked in the actuarial department of Wells Fargo Bank and lived in a suit and heels.

I said, "Well, that was a cluster."

"I suspected it might be."

"I overheard Rebecca say the ambassadors have to deliver food. I've done my time serving nachos and buffalo wings to half-drunk sports fans, thank you very much."

"I never served food. Cocktails for a while." Daisy lowered her voice. "Until I figured out stripping paid a helluva lot more."

I laughed. Daisy's stripper days were far behind her, but they had paid for her MBA-not something she freely shared.

"You mentioned something weird happening last night," she said.

Before I answered, loud male voices echoed to us. A voice I recognized. My face broke into a huge smile. I hadn't seen Dante in three weeks; he'd been off on official team business. My smile faded when I saw who accompanied him.

Jensen Lund.

Daisy said, "Dante's moving up if he's working with The Rocket."

I kept my cool even when Dante picked me up in a bear hug and spun me around.

"Heya, gorgeous! I was just thinking about you. I'd planned on popping in to the U of M training center and seeing what's what."

"Same old grind. We're down to two weeks before the seniors' graduation, so anyone in particular in that class you want to wish well, you'd better get in there next week." 

"I'll do that." Dante's gaze winged between me and Daisy. He grinned at her. "Daisy, baby, when you gonna wise up and go out with me?"

"Never." She patted his smooth face. "But it is precious how you just keep trying."

"I will catch you in a weak moment." He remembered he wasn't alone. "Ladies, you know Jensen Lund."

I'd yet to meet Jensen's gaze-although I'd felt his boring into me, as he tried to figure out why I was here.

"Jensen, I'm sure you recognize two of the Vikings' finest cheerleaders."

That was when I looked at Mr. Oblivious.

His jaw tightened and he gritted out, "You're joking, right?"

Dante seemed confused. "Why would I joke about that?"

I locked my gaze on Jensen's as I spoke to Dante. "Because then The Rocket would have to admit that he doesn't pay attention to anything as trivial as cheerleaders when he takes the field, isn't that right?" I broke eye contact and looked at Dante. "He's run past me . . . a dozen times each season. We've attended the same corporate events every year since he was drafted. Oh and here's another irony . . . I also cheered for him at the U of M. So imagine how awkward it was for me last night when he introduced himself as if we'd never met."